Ronald laughs as millions starve
And profits forever increase
Your stenching farts as they smile
They say they try to please
Plastic chairs and fake shakes
To help it all go down
Polluting your children with their lies
And trying to destroy your mind

Corporate deathburger, Ronald McDonald

Change from your five
Ankles deep in blood
Make it your career
Sell billions every year

One day when we're all long dead, youre going to look over to me and say "son of a bitch, we really had it made didnt we" and ill say "yep, i reckon we did" and ill take a drag on my cigarette and a shot of beer and you'll spit something fierce and say "just a damn shame we didnt know what to do with it all huh" and then i'll spit and look over at you and say "yep, a damn shame, a damn shame" and then we'll get up and walk back to the factory and keep makin those humans. forever.